What if you don’t know what to believe, you don’t know which organ is lying? My skin burns with every breath and my lips linger on. My body weakens and my heart pounds. The anxiety of it all chills my bones, I can’t help but ponder how you crept into my soul so unnoticed. It's the only thought under my skin, slipping through my veins, pounding against my ribs, against my skull. I can't help but think, you were meant to be there, laced between my rib cage and keeping my heart warm.
